Short letter from George to Fred post Deathly Hallows
To my brother,
I've never been much cop at writing letters. Not really sure why I'm bothering now. I suppose there's just some stuff I thought you should know, and this is the only way I can really think of telling you.
We all miss you. Mum been crying non-stop ever since that night, it's been pretty weird. Dad's stopped going to work for a bit, they told him to stay home, but I think it's just annoying him, I'd be annoyed too if I had to sit and listen to mum crying all day.
Percy's back. I don't remember if you saw him. He was a bit of hero that night, even cracking some jokes. Ron's been a prat as usual but he's ok. You'll say, "I told you so" but him and Hermione finally got it on. Ginny and Harry too, I feel like I should be writing to the lonely hearts column in the Prophet as it's only me and Charlie left and he can go back to his dragons whenever he wants to. I did always wonder what went on with him and those dragons.
It's pretty weird having to write to you, especially since I know it's a waste of time. Letters never reach the dead, do they? But I'm finding it's pretty hard here on my own, especially since my ear buggered off as well. Now there are two big holes in my life. Jokes aside though, you have no idea how strange it is to suddenly be on your own. I can't remember a time when we've been apart for more than an hour or two and now…
I can't quite get used to having no one to speak in unison with, or no one who makes fun of my bad jokes. It used to be Fred and George, and now it's just George minus one ear.
We've been getting a lot of free stuff out of you though. People keep sending cards with money in them. I think it's just their excuse of finally giving us the pity money they've always wanted to give us. So you're good for something after all, ha ha. Mum's obviously saying we have to give it all back as soon as we can, but she started playing that tune about two weeks ago and still nothing's been done about it.
You'd love it around here now. No one's scared anymore, and there's just constant partying. Not that I've managed to get myself to any just yet. They look at me weird whenever I just leave the house, as if their double vision's suddenly cleared. People just blink a few times in surprise and then their faces suddenly seem to settle in that annoying sympathetic look we always used to give to that kid with acne in the year below, and I'm supposed to smile sadly and walk passed.
It's a bit of an act, this grief thing. I don't know how people do it properly. I just seem to forget why everyone's treating me so oddly, then I look to the side and see you're not there and when I remember… god, it hurts inside! You have no idea! Then I sort of shrink into myself, and everyone suddenly switches back to the sympathy and I just feel like a prat again.
Remember Umbridge? Well even she had the nerve to turn up "offering her condolences". She hated us! She only did it to get to us… me. I don't know.
There's not really a way to describe how I feel right now. Lost, I suppose. Only word that really springs to mind. But I know exactly where I am, what I have to do, I just can't see how I'm meant to go ahead and do it without you there. I sound like I'm talking to my wife!
I never really thought about how I'd feel if you died. Mum, Dad, the others, sure, but never you, because I never imagined one of us would go without the other. That's twinship for you, I guess. Yeah, I know that's not a real word. Well I suppose my whole belief in that came to bite me in the ass big time.
Harry says tell Sirius he misses him, and Dumbledore too, thought he's not telling me to say that one, but I can tell he's thinking it.
Ginny, Hermione and Ron all say they miss you. Ginny's crying again, she's almost as bad as mum. Good thing she's got Harry to off load some of it on as well as the rest of us Weasleys.
Bill and Fleur are here too. Fleur and mum getting on like a house on fire, which is surprising, though it's probably because whenever mum starts bawling it sets Fleur off so they just sit and cry together. Don't know what Fleur's crying about though.
I can't quite come up with a way to round this off properly. There aren't really any words. You always came out with the best lines, not me, though nobody else really noticed.
Charlie says hi.
Well, I suppose the only way to do this is just to say that, well, I miss you, and I wish you were still here. Not really sure what to do with myself now.
I might write again, when I've got stuff sorted. I'll carry on with the joke shop, don't worry, I know that's what you'd have wanted.
So, yeah, I guess that's it. I might go for some quidditch practice now. Harry keeps trying to make me. Writing this has sort of made me feel a bit better, like a bit of weights been taken off.
You'd beat me with your broom for this pathetic ending, but I can't think of a better way to put it.
Your brother forever,
George
Made me cry writing this :( .
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